Today I look back on the years,
the canvas of my hopes and fears,
each stroke another memory,
that shaped who I have come to be.

With each new layer the image clears,
the final portrait ever nears,
the image of my inner self,
displayed for all upon life's shelf.

Through the years the colours change,
some bright strokes fade to dim the range,
but for each dark there is a light,
and in the end all will be right.

So now I'll go on with each day,
content that I will find my way,
in time to share this work of art,
the true reflection of my heart.